My wife's 20th class reunion is next week in Texas. We aren't able to go and I think she feels kind of bad about it. However, on Facebook, one of her classmates posted a video of her in high school and here is a still shot of my smokin' hot wife about six years before we met. Man, how gorgeous can a woman get? I don't know how she made it out of Texas without a boyfriend. How did I get so lucky? (When she sees I posted this on my blog she will file for divorce, so to my wife's family: keep in touch. I love you guys.)
Don't ask me where I find this stuff, but after listening to the introduction, I have every reason to believe this guy truly thinks he's got talent. Take a listen and judge for yourself. Meanwhile, I must stop the bleeding from my eardrums.
I am a cynical person. Or perhaps skeptical is a better description? Regardless, I do not trust easily. I do not readily embrace the unfamiliar. I am leery; always suspicious of the sincerity in almost anything. I'm not saying this is a healthy attitude and I'm not saying I'm proud of it. It's just how I am. So no one surprised me more than me when I decided to buy Paul McCartney tickets back in April and I was presented with the unknown. Uncharacteristically, I took a leap of faith. Since I am a member of McCartney's fan club, I was able to get an early pre-sale of the concert in Fargo. I went to McCartney.com and sure enough, I quickly grabbed terrific seats. But when I went to purchase the tickets, I was redirected to a web site which I had never heard of before: Crowd Surge. Immediately the skeptic in me said, "Whoa, wait a minute. What is this?" Was I redirected to some rogue site looking to steal my credit card num...